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round the coffin and shook the Holy Water over the
coffin, the men walking one side and the women the
other. We could hardly see, as Marie and I and
everyone else's eyes in the church were filled with
tears. We had to walk round the church and shake
hands with the relatives. It was the most tragic
sight that I have ever seen. Radiguet's Father and
Mother were there, and then his four little brothers
and sisters, the youngest being about six, stood in a
row, their faces contorted with weeping. Marie and I
burst into tears and went out into the street to see
the procession start off. The hearse was covered in
white and was drawn by two large white horses,
like those in the war picture by Uccello in the
National Gallery. They stood patiently and waited.
The coffin was carried out with its white pall, and on
it was one bunch of red roses. Many wreaths were
carried out, and by the time the procession started
the white hearse and a carriage following were cov-
ered with white flowers. We walked down the
boulevard, following the procession, and waited and
watched the hearse and the long train of mourners
disappear into the distance on their way to Pere
Lachaise. It was not yet ten o'clock and still pouring
with rain. Fortunately, in Paris, the cafes are open
all the time, so we went to the Cafe Francis, which is
near the theatre Champs Elysees, drank some
brandy, and sat silently gazing at the rain. Cocteau
was terribly upset and could not see anyone for
weeks afterwards. I wrote to him in February and
asked him if.I could come and see him. He wrote
me a charming letter: